Dark Blood Red and Black

She dreamed in shades of dark blood red and black

Like silk floating in pure dark waters.

A room full of nothing,

An echo of a raven somewhere under the brightness of the Moon.

A scream of release and pure madness...

Pure, dark, morbid, full and raw

An empty, hollowed mind, gets filled with thoughts about night, death and blood

A war takes place inside her, a hidden door behind her eyes opens, only to let go all the love inside her, all the pain and all the memories of those who were left behind.

The dagger feels cold, but it's perfect as the snow, stainned for all the blood red and black shades that she's dreaming about.

Ghosts and wolves never leave her side, guiding her, protecting her patiently...

Blinded by the Moon, bare feet across the graveyard, black dress floating arround her, beasts chasing her quietly.

Danger never scared her, safty and warm yes, but not danger, not pain and definetly not darkness...

It's quiet in the darkness, cold, but safe, lonely, where madness can be free and there's no one there to judge it.

Dark blood red and black...the colours of her path.